They were in the air
Fluttering flying in my direction !

But as they flutter past,
I blushed and my foolishness fled.
It wasn’t about me at all.
my name is Boo, but i am not scary!
i can not see, but you can view me –
so turn off that tv –
and just groove with me –
for i am reality programming!
i do not stay up pondering my path.
i have no inquiry into my reason to exist.
i am not a pygmy, nor do i long for a hedge.
you who make cages and who ponder….
perhaps i wonder,
why i am in a cage i did not build…….
is it to remind you of yours?
or to free you from it.
Not only spiders
weave
webs.
Without any deception whatsoever,
we are all part of the fabric of life.
not everything that looks like a ladder
will help you climb up.
And a window may not be the same as a door.
Somethings in life we just have to get through.
(with a little help from our friends)
a spill of ink at my feet
begins to purr.
i am drawn to You.
What are you drawn to?
What draws you?